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a video on youtube
and you see a man
and you think, wow,
that person's penis
has been inside of me?
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No? Probably just me
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It could be worse. You could be watching COPS. Or The Clintons on Ice.
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i saw someone from the local drum circle on a cheezy spanish dating program- that was pretty silly.
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It's surprising to me that he was there- I had forgotten that he was a burner. He had given me (along with fun viruses that hibernate in my spinal cord) a piece of art that he welded- he said it was the perfect blend of femininity and masculinity- a round ball of rose quartz entrapped by triangles (i'm forgetting all the correct terminology for shapes!)- made of metal. He gave it to me as a gift before he dropped me off at the parking lot of the Asian art museum. I carried it with me, to Thailand, Olympia, LA, carried it like a fascinating burden, beautiful and poisonous. I brought it to the playa this year, and as I stood on the edge of the flames of the man, I declared that this was the end of having my boundaries stepped on, the beginning of listening to myself (something like that,) and I threw it into the flames with a crazed yell. That beautiful art, melted and burned. And then, almost a year later, I see him being interviewed, and there he is- enticing and enchanting, stuttering and eloquent, the man who gave me a gift that I carry as a burden and I burn in the phoenix flames.
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It's surprising to me that he was there- I had forgotten that he was a burner. He had given me (along with fun viruses that hibernate in my spinal cord) a piece of art that he welded- he said it was the perfect blend of femininity and masculinity- a round ball of rose quartz entrapped by triangles (i'm forgetting all the correct terminology for shapes!)- made of metal. He gave it to me as a gift before he dropped me off at the parking lot of the Asian art museum. I carried it with me, to Thailand, Olympia, LA, carried it like a fascinating burden, beautiful and poisonous. I brought it to the playa this year, and as I stood on the edge of the flames of the man, I declared that this was the end of having my boundaries stepped on, the beginning of listening to myself (something like that,) and I threw it into the flames with a crazed yell. That beautiful art, melted and burned. And then, almost a year later, I see him being interviewed, and there he is- enticing and enchanting, stuttering and eloquent, the man who gave me a gift that I carry as a burden and I burn in the phoenix flames.
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